Post by scottcarr on Feb 5, 2010 15:00:55 GMT -5
The scene opens outside a pumping Strip club, the sign is out of sight, but the massive bouncers and go-go dancers in the windows behind them leave little to the imagination about what goes on here. A huge shadowed figure steps in from off camera and casually stalks towards the entrance way, we see him pull a chained wallet out of his back pocket - the bouncer checking his I.D. smiles and pats the towering man on the back as he passes. The huge man's hooded head turns towards the bouncer and shakes "no" slowly, the bouncer's hand pulls back and slides into the safety of his own pocket as the mammoth of a man carries on through the thresh hold. Inside we see a crowded, ruckus bar, sexy dancers shake their ass...ets. Stepping away from the lights of the stage and perverts row - the figure remains in the darkness of the edges of the club, making his way around he leans up against the bar - the bar tender arrives to take his order and nods before dropping two beer and a shot of Newfoundland Screech in front of the massive man, who finally pulls down the hood to reveal himself to be none other than world renouned, internationally famed Canadian born, Professional Wrestling Icon - Scott Carr! In short order he dispatches one of his pints and pounds the empty down on the bar as he raises up the shot of Screech with his other hand, this disappears even more quickly before he slams that glass down and piles into the second pint with avengeance. He motions to the tender to bring him another round as he takes a seat at the bar, seeming to enjoy the sobre, anonymity this darkened area provides... but this doesn't last long - as anyone recognizable can tell you - someone will always pick you out of the crowd... even if they're too drunk to know who you are.
Club Drunk 1- HEEEEeeeeEEeYY! I know you! *hick* You're um... you're that guy... THE GUY! You're a big guy!
Carr: I'm not in the mood to talk. But thanks for trying.
Club Drunk 1- No, no, no... I gotta buy you a beer! I've seen you on T.V. man! You're a surelebrity!
Carr: I think you mean Celebrity, drunk-fuck. And I don't care for Celebrity... it's an unfortunate side effect of my occupation.
Club Drunk 1- ya, ya YA! Hey do you come to clubs often? I remember my first time... I was underage and drunk with some buddies and the five of us had nothing to do. We printed up coupons off the internet for some crappy strip club across the bridge in downtown. I got with this mexican broad who I thought was a hot plumper and she told all my friends I had a big junk. To this day it is still reiterated that a stripper said this.
Carr: By no one else in our Universe but you I'm assuming?
Club Drunk 1- Ya man! So I was feeling good and got my picture taken with her so could remeber the night and use it for whacking material later on.
Carr: You know, I didn't need to hear that - I already had a reason to drink when I came in here... now I may need three shots of black tar heroine to get that nasty fucking image out of my head, you silly little cocksucker.
Club Drunk 1- HA HA! You're funny just like on T.V.! ANYWAYS - on the way home we got pulled over for driving unintentionally with the head lights off. I think this was one of my funniest lines to a cop ever and it. I'm in the passenger side seat right, and its my car but im not driving. So get this... get this man... The cop says - "do you know its illegal to drive in downtown with the head lights off" so I leaned over and said - "I would be willing to bet that that is illegal in every area of the city!".... so he pulls me out of the car and probably does an illegal search of me but pulls out the stripper pic. He laughs and says this is the pig you were with tonight. I was a little hurt but said no she's hot. He tore up my picture and said that was punishment enough and we better get out of there if we knew whats good for us. So that was a close one and i have deep regrets about getting with a mexican pig and then getting called out on it by a pig.
Carr: That's just fucking wonderful, you know, I've lasted this long in my life and never really understood why I was put here - then... then I hear that masterful re-telling of suck an epic apologue - and it's only now that I realize... I was put here to tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Club Drunk 1- Right on! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! YA MAN!
Carr's eyes roll, as he's become aware this man is far to inebriated and enthralled with him - to ever be insulted. His head shakes as the Tender replaces his rounds of drinks. Carr begins slamming them into his massive frame as the drunk carries on... painfully to Scott's dismay.
Club Drunk 1- Years later I had made a strong resolution to never enter a strip club. but I had just broken up with a girlfriend and it was a bachelor party so the time seemed right to break my promise. most of the people were getting coked up but I was just getting trashed on every alcohol under the sun. I found the ugliest stripper in the joint and paid her to work over a good friend for a story. but once he was gone for an hour and a half i realized the joke was on me. so i got another stripper and paid for back room service. Chris rock says there is no sex in the champagne room. Chris rock needs to get out more! Know what I'm saying man? You heard me?
Carr: Yes, you tried to contract syphilis from Prophet's mother... I understand sir.
Club Drunk 1- HA! This girl is wacking my junk and then I have to screw her threw my boxers so that isn't working too well cause I have no condom. so I straddle her and start cranking it over her face. now these doors don't lock and I guess they have security cams for protection purposes. this big black bouncer comes in and tells me my time is up. I'm like "Fuck man, give me a minute here buddy you'll get your turn." he tries to pull me off of her but I keep my beating going and get a shot off on her AND him as he pulls me off. I stagger out the door and say "Now I'm done!"
Carr: Wonderful, you ejaculated on a skank and a large black man all in the span of a couple of stringy shots of cum... your mother must be so proud her son attained such heights in life.
Club Drunk 1- Hey! CHARLIE! CHARRRRR-LIEEEEEE! See this guy over here that I'm talking to?
Scott notices that the drunk is now calling over more drunks to swarm him, he begins to finish the last of his beers - his eyes flickering over the Exit, as this type of socializing isn't his typical way of being. Carr prefers his solitary nature, little to no human contact leaves him little to no humane concepts. With no bonds between him and anyone else, it becomes increasingly difficult for anyone to hurt him. Physically he is remarkable, but like any man - he had a heart... and at one point in his life, his wife and children had found it, held it and kept it safe. They're gone now... and they took this monster's heart with them. With disdain on his face, Carr's eyes creep up from the shadows beneath his brow and scan the oncoming drunk staggering up to him and his current annoyance.
Club Drunk 1- I was just telling this guy about some of my Strip Club Stories!
Club Drunk 2- OH MAN! I have one for you! I on a College alumni trip. So we head to this place called Bare Exposure one night after getting piss-drunk at this greasy Irish Pub. We're hanging out and one of the recent grads did the standard undergrad way-way-too-hammered-for-public thing. A few of us went in on a case from the place next door. We're like 16 beers deep in the case, and this drunk kid is holding the beer case. All of a sudden he's staring at us like a deer in headlights while we're talking to some of the dancers. And someone goes "DUDE! Are you pissing yourself?" We all look, and we see the stream coming down his leg and the big stain on his cargo shorts. The kid takes off out the front door, dropping the remaining cans on the floor. Some cans explode. We're like dying laughing, but we're also like aw shit we have to go get him so he doesn't get mugged. So a bunch of us kids go after him. A few of us are finishing up at the club, and on the way out, I kick an Adidas sandal. Obviously it's our friend's. So we flip for who has to get it, and obviously I win and have to go to get the sandal. So I ask the guy at coat check for a plastic bag, and he looks at me like I have 4 heads. "Don't ask," I tell him. He points me to the bar in back, and I get a bag from the waitress. I plastic bag the sandal and get the fuck on. The next morning we're making fun of the kid, and he's like "yo I lost my shoe last night and my foot is all cut up." Kid ran back from Bare Exposure to the Hilton with one sandal. Also my other buddy got a hooker. He woke up with no money and an unrolled condom on the floor. Condom was empty. He has no idea what happened. Ha Ha! AIDS Patient!
Club Drunk 1- CLASSIC!
Carr: Drunken sandal misplacement and life threatening STD's - boy oh boy, you lads know how to live it up. If you'll excuse me - I'd just LOVE to stay and listen... but I feel the urge to swallow a fucking butcher's knife right now.
Carr finishes his beer, shaking his head in disgust - it's apparent how much he honestly feels detached from the world and everyone else in it - he's long since stopped caring about anyone but himself... and even that has seemed questionable at time. Carr exits the club and again the bouncer pats him on the shoulder - without a motion or word or warning Carr snaps around on his heels and drives the inside edge of his hand against the bouncer's adam's apple! He drops before his counter part can even react and he winds up with a face full of Carr's strike seasoned knee as he tries to belt off a wild swing, while watching his co-worker gasp for air. With both men fallen, Scott turns away and lifts his hood up - sheltering his identity, hiding him from the world as he walks along alone.
Carr: Prophet... you spent a lot of time trying to convince someone that you were ready for me... how do you prepare for a man who's spent longer than you doing more than you, around more of the planet than you have... especially when he's got nothing at all to lose? The math don't seem to work, time to check the the Bob the Builder tape measure your mommy bought you for Christmas. It seems to have convinced you that your talents are as long and wide as your ego... but like every bone in your body, I can shatter your ego, Bitch. I WILL BREAK YOU! Not because I have anything to prove... I've long since proven myself in this industry, while you were sitting on your couch reading up on wrestling and dreaming the dream of grabbing some limelight - I was competing world wide, I was working internationally for major companies... I was winning titles, breaking records and earning hall of fame spots when you were working your headlock take downs in wrestling school. I've been in one combative sport or another since I was seven years old - hurting people isn't a sport to me... it's a way of life. It's who I am... many big men like yourself seem to presume themselves to be a Monster... hell I'll be the first to admit, you're a big, big man. It's rare that I'm the physical underdog in a fight... but hear me well when I say - I will fight, bite, claw, kick and BREAK every single part of you that I can. Given one instance of chance... I'll end your fucking career in the dead centre of that ring... I'll watch all those hopes and dreams fade from your eyes when you realized you can no longer feel your toes or finger tips - or the appendages they now dangle lifelessly from. There is no mercy in me, Prophet - if you were any kind of Prophet at all... you'd know that. You'd have flipped that Tarot card of death... you'd know how much peril you are actually in. But much like your preparedness, your Prophet-abilities are put into question... to say the least of them... to be most truthful - they've become evaporated in the steaming heat of the bullshit you let dribble out of your face. I don't care how prepared you THINK you are, Prophet... of the two of us - I can see the future... and your future involved you, face up on the canvas, gasping for your last conscious breath of air as the ref's hand bitch slaps that canvas a third and final time. THIS IS PURE WRESTLING REVOLUTION! AND I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING REVOLUTIONARY! I don't care what you think you bring to the match... I only care that you feel the Hate I bring! I only care that you - are the first of many to fall on my way to the title.... I only care... between those bells and only, ever... for the victory. I am not merely another competitor... I'm not your average "Steve Dave", Prophet... I am Scott Carr... I am The Abominable, Indomitable, Body Bagging – Toe Tagging - Sick Ass Motherfucker - I am The Machine - I am the Chop-Shop - I AM the Roughest Man In the Industry Today... and that won't have changes one iota come Sunday morning.
Carr's pace doesn't quicken, but his hand raises and blacks out the camera lens, there is a shuffle and when the camera refocuses, the camera man appears to be on the ground as Carr marches on slowly into the cold winter night, disappearing into the darkness, fading away into his solidarity.
Club Drunk 1- HEEEEeeeeEEeYY! I know you! *hick* You're um... you're that guy... THE GUY! You're a big guy!
Carr: I'm not in the mood to talk. But thanks for trying.
Club Drunk 1- No, no, no... I gotta buy you a beer! I've seen you on T.V. man! You're a surelebrity!
Carr: I think you mean Celebrity, drunk-fuck. And I don't care for Celebrity... it's an unfortunate side effect of my occupation.
Club Drunk 1- ya, ya YA! Hey do you come to clubs often? I remember my first time... I was underage and drunk with some buddies and the five of us had nothing to do. We printed up coupons off the internet for some crappy strip club across the bridge in downtown. I got with this mexican broad who I thought was a hot plumper and she told all my friends I had a big junk. To this day it is still reiterated that a stripper said this.
Carr: By no one else in our Universe but you I'm assuming?
Club Drunk 1- Ya man! So I was feeling good and got my picture taken with her so could remeber the night and use it for whacking material later on.
Carr: You know, I didn't need to hear that - I already had a reason to drink when I came in here... now I may need three shots of black tar heroine to get that nasty fucking image out of my head, you silly little cocksucker.
Club Drunk 1- HA HA! You're funny just like on T.V.! ANYWAYS - on the way home we got pulled over for driving unintentionally with the head lights off. I think this was one of my funniest lines to a cop ever and it. I'm in the passenger side seat right, and its my car but im not driving. So get this... get this man... The cop says - "do you know its illegal to drive in downtown with the head lights off" so I leaned over and said - "I would be willing to bet that that is illegal in every area of the city!".... so he pulls me out of the car and probably does an illegal search of me but pulls out the stripper pic. He laughs and says this is the pig you were with tonight. I was a little hurt but said no she's hot. He tore up my picture and said that was punishment enough and we better get out of there if we knew whats good for us. So that was a close one and i have deep regrets about getting with a mexican pig and then getting called out on it by a pig.
Carr: That's just fucking wonderful, you know, I've lasted this long in my life and never really understood why I was put here - then... then I hear that masterful re-telling of suck an epic apologue - and it's only now that I realize... I was put here to tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Club Drunk 1- Right on! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! YA MAN!
Carr's eyes roll, as he's become aware this man is far to inebriated and enthralled with him - to ever be insulted. His head shakes as the Tender replaces his rounds of drinks. Carr begins slamming them into his massive frame as the drunk carries on... painfully to Scott's dismay.
Club Drunk 1- Years later I had made a strong resolution to never enter a strip club. but I had just broken up with a girlfriend and it was a bachelor party so the time seemed right to break my promise. most of the people were getting coked up but I was just getting trashed on every alcohol under the sun. I found the ugliest stripper in the joint and paid her to work over a good friend for a story. but once he was gone for an hour and a half i realized the joke was on me. so i got another stripper and paid for back room service. Chris rock says there is no sex in the champagne room. Chris rock needs to get out more! Know what I'm saying man? You heard me?
Carr: Yes, you tried to contract syphilis from Prophet's mother... I understand sir.
Club Drunk 1- HA! This girl is wacking my junk and then I have to screw her threw my boxers so that isn't working too well cause I have no condom. so I straddle her and start cranking it over her face. now these doors don't lock and I guess they have security cams for protection purposes. this big black bouncer comes in and tells me my time is up. I'm like "Fuck man, give me a minute here buddy you'll get your turn." he tries to pull me off of her but I keep my beating going and get a shot off on her AND him as he pulls me off. I stagger out the door and say "Now I'm done!"
Carr: Wonderful, you ejaculated on a skank and a large black man all in the span of a couple of stringy shots of cum... your mother must be so proud her son attained such heights in life.
Club Drunk 1- Hey! CHARLIE! CHARRRRR-LIEEEEEE! See this guy over here that I'm talking to?
Scott notices that the drunk is now calling over more drunks to swarm him, he begins to finish the last of his beers - his eyes flickering over the Exit, as this type of socializing isn't his typical way of being. Carr prefers his solitary nature, little to no human contact leaves him little to no humane concepts. With no bonds between him and anyone else, it becomes increasingly difficult for anyone to hurt him. Physically he is remarkable, but like any man - he had a heart... and at one point in his life, his wife and children had found it, held it and kept it safe. They're gone now... and they took this monster's heart with them. With disdain on his face, Carr's eyes creep up from the shadows beneath his brow and scan the oncoming drunk staggering up to him and his current annoyance.
Club Drunk 1- I was just telling this guy about some of my Strip Club Stories!
Club Drunk 2- OH MAN! I have one for you! I on a College alumni trip. So we head to this place called Bare Exposure one night after getting piss-drunk at this greasy Irish Pub. We're hanging out and one of the recent grads did the standard undergrad way-way-too-hammered-for-public thing. A few of us went in on a case from the place next door. We're like 16 beers deep in the case, and this drunk kid is holding the beer case. All of a sudden he's staring at us like a deer in headlights while we're talking to some of the dancers. And someone goes "DUDE! Are you pissing yourself?" We all look, and we see the stream coming down his leg and the big stain on his cargo shorts. The kid takes off out the front door, dropping the remaining cans on the floor. Some cans explode. We're like dying laughing, but we're also like aw shit we have to go get him so he doesn't get mugged. So a bunch of us kids go after him. A few of us are finishing up at the club, and on the way out, I kick an Adidas sandal. Obviously it's our friend's. So we flip for who has to get it, and obviously I win and have to go to get the sandal. So I ask the guy at coat check for a plastic bag, and he looks at me like I have 4 heads. "Don't ask," I tell him. He points me to the bar in back, and I get a bag from the waitress. I plastic bag the sandal and get the fuck on. The next morning we're making fun of the kid, and he's like "yo I lost my shoe last night and my foot is all cut up." Kid ran back from Bare Exposure to the Hilton with one sandal. Also my other buddy got a hooker. He woke up with no money and an unrolled condom on the floor. Condom was empty. He has no idea what happened. Ha Ha! AIDS Patient!
Club Drunk 1- CLASSIC!
Carr: Drunken sandal misplacement and life threatening STD's - boy oh boy, you lads know how to live it up. If you'll excuse me - I'd just LOVE to stay and listen... but I feel the urge to swallow a fucking butcher's knife right now.
Carr finishes his beer, shaking his head in disgust - it's apparent how much he honestly feels detached from the world and everyone else in it - he's long since stopped caring about anyone but himself... and even that has seemed questionable at time. Carr exits the club and again the bouncer pats him on the shoulder - without a motion or word or warning Carr snaps around on his heels and drives the inside edge of his hand against the bouncer's adam's apple! He drops before his counter part can even react and he winds up with a face full of Carr's strike seasoned knee as he tries to belt off a wild swing, while watching his co-worker gasp for air. With both men fallen, Scott turns away and lifts his hood up - sheltering his identity, hiding him from the world as he walks along alone.
Carr: Prophet... you spent a lot of time trying to convince someone that you were ready for me... how do you prepare for a man who's spent longer than you doing more than you, around more of the planet than you have... especially when he's got nothing at all to lose? The math don't seem to work, time to check the the Bob the Builder tape measure your mommy bought you for Christmas. It seems to have convinced you that your talents are as long and wide as your ego... but like every bone in your body, I can shatter your ego, Bitch. I WILL BREAK YOU! Not because I have anything to prove... I've long since proven myself in this industry, while you were sitting on your couch reading up on wrestling and dreaming the dream of grabbing some limelight - I was competing world wide, I was working internationally for major companies... I was winning titles, breaking records and earning hall of fame spots when you were working your headlock take downs in wrestling school. I've been in one combative sport or another since I was seven years old - hurting people isn't a sport to me... it's a way of life. It's who I am... many big men like yourself seem to presume themselves to be a Monster... hell I'll be the first to admit, you're a big, big man. It's rare that I'm the physical underdog in a fight... but hear me well when I say - I will fight, bite, claw, kick and BREAK every single part of you that I can. Given one instance of chance... I'll end your fucking career in the dead centre of that ring... I'll watch all those hopes and dreams fade from your eyes when you realized you can no longer feel your toes or finger tips - or the appendages they now dangle lifelessly from. There is no mercy in me, Prophet - if you were any kind of Prophet at all... you'd know that. You'd have flipped that Tarot card of death... you'd know how much peril you are actually in. But much like your preparedness, your Prophet-abilities are put into question... to say the least of them... to be most truthful - they've become evaporated in the steaming heat of the bullshit you let dribble out of your face. I don't care how prepared you THINK you are, Prophet... of the two of us - I can see the future... and your future involved you, face up on the canvas, gasping for your last conscious breath of air as the ref's hand bitch slaps that canvas a third and final time. THIS IS PURE WRESTLING REVOLUTION! AND I AM THE MOTHERFUCKING REVOLUTIONARY! I don't care what you think you bring to the match... I only care that you feel the Hate I bring! I only care that you - are the first of many to fall on my way to the title.... I only care... between those bells and only, ever... for the victory. I am not merely another competitor... I'm not your average "Steve Dave", Prophet... I am Scott Carr... I am The Abominable, Indomitable, Body Bagging – Toe Tagging - Sick Ass Motherfucker - I am The Machine - I am the Chop-Shop - I AM the Roughest Man In the Industry Today... and that won't have changes one iota come Sunday morning.
Carr's pace doesn't quicken, but his hand raises and blacks out the camera lens, there is a shuffle and when the camera refocuses, the camera man appears to be on the ground as Carr marches on slowly into the cold winter night, disappearing into the darkness, fading away into his solidarity.